The smell of spice. The warmth of shared silence. The danger of falling in love. When Kimchi Met Chai follows a renowned CEO and a PhD student whose connection begins with a meal and deepens with every shared recipe. As cultures collide and ambitions clash, food becomes their language and love becomes the risk they never planned to take. Sweet. Spicy. Complicated. Just like love. Sneak Peek: His fingers lingered when he handed her the spoon. "Taste it," he murmured. She did and suddenly the room felt smaller, warmer, heavy with everything neither of them was saying. Food had never felt this intimate. Sweet. Spicy. Irresistibly slow.

𝙊𝙝 𝙉𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙜𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙚.. 𝙏𝙪 𝙥𝙮𝙖𝙖𝙧 𝙣𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙝𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙣𝙚.. 𝙈𝙖𝙞 𝙩𝙖𝙗 𝙩𝙖𝙠 𝙨𝙖𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚.. 𝙅𝙖𝙗 𝙩𝙖𝙠 𝙣𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙧𝙖...♡~ 𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘴!! 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺 "𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭" 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞~ ~𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠..!! And then we realize that our love has no start or end because "𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺♡!! "कहते हैं प्रेम में रुकावटें होती हैं, लेकिन जब इश्क़ सच्चा हो तो रुकावटें ख़ुद ही रास्तें बन जाती हैं" Beyond the facade of physical beauty and superficial charm, In a world where attraction is often fleeting and skin-deep, Radhika and Sarthak's bond blossomed from the simplicity and purity of their connection. Radhika, a heart born to love Sarthak, saw her entire universe reflected in his eyes. Every glance, every whisper, every moment with him was a testament to her unwavering devotion. #1 in purity: 22 may 2025 #1 in bliss: 22 july

A story of pain, purpose, and finding your person - even when you're lost. "How does it feel to be ignored by your own parents?" To stand alone on stage, receiving an award - while your parents don't even glance your way? Meet Ishika Rathore. A girl who craved nothing but love. Who did everything to earn her parents' attention - only to be met with silence. Until one day, a tragedy broke her completely. And the soft-spoken girl turned into someone cold, distant... and unrecognizable. Years later - on the prestigious training ground of LBSNAA - she sat on a bench under a dim light, her eyes swollen, her cheeks streaked with tears, her body trembling. She thought she was invisible again. Then, a boy knelt beside her. Calm. Warm. He gently placed a water bottle in her hand and whispered with a smile - "Take it. Cry your heart out. Then drink it. Because if you get dehydrated, how will we win that gold medal here?" And they both burst into laughter. That moment didn't erase her pain - But it reminded her she wasn't alone. Because this story isn't just about becoming an IAS officer. It's about broken hearts, silent battles, second chances - And two souls learning to heal... together.

The spotlight loves him. The world adores him. But only she knows the truth beneath the glittering façade. I'm thrilled-and perhaps a little wicked-to announce my upcoming dark romance, where fame, obsession, and danger collide in the most intoxicating way. ✧ He's Bollywood's darling. Radiant, untouchable, a god on every red carpet. ✧ She's her shadow. A bodyguard forged in violence, sworn to protect him-even from herself. But when the cameras turn off and the doors lock, the rules shatter. "You are public property, but behind closed doors, every pulse, every breath, every terrified whisper-that belongs only to me, Abhi." This isn't a love story. This is a claiming. For those who crave romance laced with danger, power plays that toe the line between devotion and possession, and a love so fierce it hurts-this book is your sin. And I can't wait for you to fall into its pages. ------------------------------------ Release Date: Coming Soon... (Stay tuned, or I might just have to hunt you down myself.)

He ruined her life. Now she's wearing his last name. One reckless night. One shattered body. One forced marriage. Captain Aryan Rathore was days away from marrying the love of his life until a crash made him the villain in someone else's story. Avni Parmar was a fire on stage. Now, she's a prisoner in his mansion... and his bed. She wants revenge. He wants redemption. But desire doesn't follow rules. Mrs. Rathore is a sizzling, enemies-to-lovers romance filled with betrayal, obsession, and a love that shouldn't exist but refuses to die.

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 स्याही और सपने (𝐒𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐞): 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐤 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭! Namaste and स्वागतम् to स्याही और सपने, a book club unlike any other. Forget the bestsellers lists and the established names, here, we're all about nurturing the budding voices of India. We believe in the power of desi stories, told in our own voices, with the raw emotion and vibrant colors that only we can capture. Are you a writer breathing life into characters that mirror our society? A designer crafting covers that tell stories before the pages are even opened? Then you've found your tribe! स्याही और सपने is more than just a book club; it's a platform. We're a community dedicated to uplifting new and emerging talents writing and designing books exclusively in the Indian literary landscape. We delve deep into narratives rooted in our culture, exploring themes that resonate with us on a personal level, all while nurturing a supportive and encouraging environment. Here, we read, we discuss, we critique, and most importantly, we promote. We'll provide a stage for your work, connecting you with readers hungry for fresh perspectives and authentic storytelling. Whether you write in Hindi, or any other regional Indian language, if your heart beats with the rhythm of India, you're welcome here. Get ready to discover hidden gems, engage in lively debates (in Hindi and English, of course!), and connect with a community that understands your passion. So, grab a cup of chai, settle in, and let's embark on this exciting journey together. Your story deserves to be heard, and स्याही और सपने is here to help you share it with the world. Let the ink flow, and may your dreams take flight high in the blue sky!

🎀⋆｡𖦹°.🧿⋆❀˖°🍧 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔 𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗔 𝐒𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐀 Siya was built for purpose, her frame curvy and solid, her skin a rich, compelling dusky tone that glowed under the unforgiving Indian sun. Her confidence wasn't practiced; it was an innate spiritual buoyancy. She handled cash, complaints, and compliments with the same easy grace, her eyes sharp and assessing, missing nothing. Her life was an open book, written in bold, optimistic strokes. She was sunshine distilled, a force of nature entirely comfortable in her skin and her place, even as she dreamed of places elsewhere. 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐇𝐀𝐍 Shashwat Chauhan carried his world with him, and it was a heavy one. He was the definition of controlled containment. At sixteen, his lean, muscular frame was not the result of village labor, but of frantic, disciplined gym work-a physical attempt to outrun the demons that clawed at him in the quiet hours. He was strikingly handsome, certainly, but his beauty was sterile, guarded. His jaw was perpetually clenched, his eyes-deep-set and intense-held the muted, faraway look of someone who had seen too much, too soon.